She promised herself she would never give up. And after days spent struggling, her body gave her no choice but to break that promise. As her head slowly slipped beneath the water, she made peace with her demise. And through this, her life was born again.
...we thus make constellations by picking out and putting together certain stars rather than others, so we make stars by drawing certain boundaries rather than others. Nothing dictates whether the skies shall be marked off into constellations or other objects. ~ Nelson Goodman